In deciding where to look, the gang settled on going to search Charlie's old house. However they couldn't remember the location, or how to get there. After all, the only person that ever went there more than once was John. The others mainly just saw the outside of it, when their parents carpooled sometimes. The only time they all went in, was during Charlie's 5th birthday party. It was an isolated house, in the very outskirts of the town. It's obvious that the previous homeowners as well as Henry must've tried to take care of the grass as well as they could. But now thanks to time the grass was slowly dying. The house itself though was two storeys, like your average home. An expansive yard with a few scraggly trees near the house and most mainly near the back. You couldn't put a line to where the yard was front or back. The driveway was long and was nothing but pale dirt. You could see where people drove over it, that's what was considered the driveway. The house was very old, signs of decay were seen as black moss grew under openings in shutters and under the vinyl siding. The paint also was faded a chipped in some places. The wood was probably slowly rotting under it. Very slowly though. It's a dry place out here in Hurricane. And unlike other places where it might rain regularly. It hardly rained here.

Luckily for them, Betty remembered the address and explained to them how to get there. But before she let them go, she gave them the files on William/Dave that Clay left on the counter, as well as some old copies of evidence that Clay kept at home about William. She wished them luck as they left. It was decided that Jessica would drive Marla's car while John, Marla and Jason would ride in it. While Lamar would take his and Carlton would be with him.

During the ride the 4 of them agreed on reading the files out loud, in hopes that it would help them in some way. Marla was the one who volunteered to read, and John turned back to her and handed her the folder full of papers. When she started going through and reading the files written about him out loud. What Clay had said was reinforced by the legal documents claiming that Afton had indeed been the Co-owner of Freddy's. Which despite being told about it before, left an unsettling air in the car. Before, they didn't really have time to let it sink in. The fact that William was not only the murderer but he also owned the place, was actually, really terrifying. It made it feel like there was a chance that William could get away with his crimes. Being the boss, a man of authority, he could abuse his position in whatever way he liked. Threaten and manipulate employees into hiding the truth under the threat of being fired or filing a lawsuit. He could've also bribed the police. The scenarios that she thought of, were truly horrifying. But luckily, there was higher authority established outside of the restaurant that would seek justice. And William wasn't as untouchable as more richer folks. He wasn't a multimillionaire, he was a middle class working man, who just so happened to own a small business. Honestly, she was blowing things way out of proportions.

Marla sighed and stared at the papers. All the things she was told, the things that she remembered, they were all clicking together. The weight of the facts were finally piling on top of her down, weight her down like a boulder. He had been in the same building as them the whole time. Watching, conversing, planning. He selected his victims. It was never something random or planned from far away. Her mind snapped at her, Well Duh! Of course it wasn't! You honestly think he would just randomly choose?! There had to be some planning, otherwise it could've easily fallen apart. Then she thought back, Well, I just never really thought about it like that before. After all, I was told to just forget about it and so I moved forward. I mean, since it didn't affect me nearly as much as it did Charlie, it was just easier for me to move one. The last time I ever really thought about it was .. well, when I was really little. And I couldn't understand it back then, at least not the way I do now.

Wanting to just get it over with, Marla read through the pile faster. Marla's heart dropped when she found a packet labeled, "Afton's journal. A light wave of nausea came over her. She stared at the front page, debating to herself whether or not she should just pretend that there was nothing else and put it away. But she decided against it. Something, anything that could help them at all was valuable. She hesitantly open it and saw the black and white copies of different pages, each of them showcasing his inability to hide his insanity. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that some of them started visibly shaking when she started reading the pages of big, curly, cursive letters. You could practically imagine his cracked psyche leaking through his pen and seeping deeply into each written word. The entry were obviously chosen for there importance. They of course happen to be the most disturbing. How he described people and events, how he justified his heinous actions. God, she wished she didn't have to actually meet the man. Marla's could hear her own heart pounding in her ears, as well as feeling her blood run cold, causing goosebumps to rise all across her arms and on the back of her neck. She shivered. Her body was reacting as if she was in real physical danger. But she wasn't. It was just a select few pages of a journal.. it was just words on paper... Yet they disturbed her greatly.

Marla rushed through the packet until it was over and then organized all of it into a neat pile. She imagined in the back of her head, burning it. Watching the paper cast a flame and watching it all turn to ash. So it may never be read by another. After staring at it for so long, she snapped out of it and put it back into the aging green folder and which she slid into her bag. She turned and stared out of the window, and pulled her brother close to her. He, obviously also disturbed by the contents of the folder, stared forward in silence before eventually closing his eyes. Nobody talked for the rest of the ride. After all, what was there to say?

Finally making it there Jessica pulled into the driveway, hearing the gravel skitter back and away from car's tires. John immediately recognized it, and a feeling of nostalgia ran over him. While the others simply took it in. They had never seen Charlie's old house before. But know seeing it, they tried to search for something about the home that might've affected her. They couldn't, it was just a house. Like any of theirs', a house that could be owned by anyone.

"Hasn't changed a bit," John said unbuckling himself as they parked. The rest of them unbuckled their seatbelts and exited the car.

"So this where Charlie lived?" Jason asked looking at every inch of the house.

"Yep," Jessica replied. "Looks like it's still been kept up pretty well for all of these years.

Jessica look up at the paneling. She was right, the house did look in pretty good condition.

"Why do you think Charlie's Aunt has kept it up for all these years? I mean, why not sell it. Get rid of the rest of the memories." Jessica continued.

"Well, probably because she has no place to put it. After all there's probably a lot of stuff in there and I'm sure she didn't have enough space for it all."

"She could've put it in a storage house," Marla refuted pointing a finger up.

"Eh, who knows," John replied shrugging. The second car pulled in, with Carlton and Lamar in it. Lamar opened the front door and stepped out and Carlton came out next. Carlton's eyes fixed on the house. He was taking in the view that he had never seen before. Unlike the rest of them, he hadn't made it to Charlie's birthday party. If memory serves correct, it was due to an emergency at the police force. He and his mom were taken to the station because threats were made on their lives by an unknown criminal. Luckily they discovered who made the threats. Betty had been a defense attorney for a young woman who was sexually assaulted by some man over in Saint George. When they won the case, the man's brother sent the death threats. When discovering this, he was promptly arrested.

They all could still remember Carlton's constant apologizes and also his father's to Charlie's dad. Such distant memories, it's hard to believe so much has changed. Now, Charlie, their childhood friend, was gone, taken from them. They needed to focus on her getting her back. They needed to search the house thoroughly. Like Betty said, they might find something important that can help.

"So, are we ready to start searching?" Lamar asked rubbing his hands together, getting himself pumped up. Despite being refined and quite a gentleman. He was strong and flexible. So he was definitely cut out for this.

"Ready when you are," John replied.

"Alright!" Lamar cracked his knuckles. "Let's get to it."

"Wait," Jessica said, holding up a hand. They all froze. "We don't have a key." They all looked at each other for a moment.

"Charlie must've had one, Marla said. "But, it was probably left in her car, which the police are bound to be investigating."

"Shit," John whispered.

"Well, we can't just stand here and do nothing," Carlton said. "There must be another way inside."

"I highly doubt it," Jessica stated. If there was a window or door unlocked, someone would've noticed."

"We'll break a window if we have to!" John said. "Charlie's life is in danger. I'm sure she or anyone else won't mind if we have to break something." The small outburst from John made them feel a little nervous. Would they really be willing to break & enter Charlie's old home.

"Wait, I just realized!" Jessica lightened up. She reached up into her hair and pulled out a bobby pin. "We can use one of these! Like how they do in the movies! But, I don't know how to... Does anyone here know how?"

"I do!" Jason piped in out, before immediately regretting it, he recoiled back. They all looked at him with either surprise or concern.

"You do?" Marla asked skeptically.

"Yes," He replied more quietly.

"And where exactly did you learn it?" She questioned her little brother.

"Some.. some kids at my school showed me."

"And were these kids your friends?" She asked raising a brow.

"No!" He blurted out in his defense. Like before he quickly silenced himself. Marla continued giving him a skeptical look.

"Alright," she finally said relaxing. "But after all of this is over, you're going to tell about anything else these 'kids' have taught you." Marla finally freed Jason from her gaze of suspicion, though his face was still a little red afterward.

"Ok, so it seems we have a plan." Jessica said. "Jason can pick the lock on the front door and get us in. Then we'll search the house in hopes of finding something."

"Well, let's get to it," Jessica continued.

They searched through old newspapers and magazines, they searched in cabinets and drawers, they searched behind couches and chairs, they searched everywhere but to no avail. They decided to check the bedrooms. They were much more likely to have important info. They were hesitant, after all, they were in the house that wasn't theirs. Snooping around downstairs was uncomfortable but bearable. Checking the bedrooms, it was different. Those rooms were personal spaces. While the rest of them hesitated, John was the only one seemingly not fazed by the thought of going into Charlie's room. Without pausing, he went straight in and took in the familiar nostalgia drenched room.

They all gave quick glances to one another before carefully entering it themselves. It was plain and rather empty. The wallpaper was torn and peeling, obvious affects of time. The room was also quiet dusty. The small bookcase near the nightstand with thin, hard, cover books. Those long forgotten books, were ones in which Charlie's father probably read to her at night. He'd exaggerate the words, using his body movements to help enunciate it, and then pretend to be the big bad monster and then tickle her. She'd probably laugh and giggle. Oh Charlie... It became much clearer just how much was robbed from her. The only person left in her life ended up killing himself. How heartbreaking.

Charlie's father, the grainy memory of what he looked like was hard to focus on. He had dark brown eyes much like Charlie, but the hair color was a bit different. It was hard to picture. But they do remember his hair thinning in the front. Obviously due to age. He was average height for a man and thin. They could tell though as the years went on, he gained a bit more chub around the belly. Lovehandles as some called it. He had a welcoming voice, had a lot of charisma, and overall seemed nice. But at the same time, he was withdrawn. Whenever left to his own devices, he lost that charisma. He face slumped and his voice grew lower. He always seemed to be daydreaming too. Always trying to tell people his ideas and vision. He obviously had a lot of imagination but through a lot of hard work and he let it become reality. Those animatronics were part of his vision. He was living his dream by opening that restaurant. To think all of that was taken away from him, as well as his own family. And it was all the fault of that man, William Afton. It only made them want to keep going. To keep searching for clues. A man like Afton needed to be put away for the rest of his life after what he's done.

Focusing back to the room, there was a single person bed with a light pink blanket over it, decorated in flowers. It was obvious the sun had bleached the color to be even lighter than before, thanks to the years of neglect. Next to it was a small night stand with a round ceramic lamp. The way the sun hit it had shown the dust that covered the stained wood. None of it seemed to be touched. And strangely there was what seemed to be a small train track that went around the bed. And what was even more strange, was that there was a plastic unicorn near the end closest to them. The unicorn was once painted very gently and precisely. However now the paint was wearing off and chipping. The unicorn was similar to one you'd see at a circus merry-go-round. Or even the merry-go-round at Freddy's. The one they had such found memories of. Marla and Jessica both smiled at the thought. And the others, except for Jason remembered the good times they had back then, when they were young and the world was filled with such mystery and unexplored paths. Oh, how things had changed.

During this, John stepped forward to the end of the bed. He leaned over and began to crank a small, slightly rusty wheel to activate the unicorn. The chipping, rusting unicorn began to slowly run down the track. They all watched, perplexed by the strange toy. So Charlie's father made her a toy of her own. Well, now it seemed obvious, but the idea had never crossed their minds beforehand. They never stopped to think about how her childhood must have been. I mean why would they? They were all pretty much told to just forget the past and move on. But now with all these things coming to light. Everything almost started feeling whole once more. A feeling that they haven't felt in a long time.

They observed the unicorn turning around and going back to the other end where it came from. Jason, who was getting very bored of everyone standing around and not really doing anything. Decided to slip away and check the other rooms. He quietly left the room and went across the hall to the other door that slightly hung open. He leaned into the doorway and looked around before siding past the door and entering. It seemed like an office. There was 3 or 4 big bookshelves. One bookshelf near the door, while the others were behind the big wooden desk. Over towards the other side of the room, there was a big rounded peak window. The light brightly shined in from it. Jason went over to them and closed the blinds. Still it was bright enough outside to keep the room very lit. He began look at the labels of each one. Most of them seemed boring. Stuff about anatomy and robotics. Nothing really stood out to him. He decided to check the desk. Nothing. Hmmm... He looked over at the door near the desk. He opened it and it led into a bedroom. Looked like the Master's bedroom. Maybe there was something important in there.

John picked up the light blue stuffed bunny. Theodore was his name, if John recalled correctly. It was no stranger to the affects of time, but it seemed to not have any dust on it. Strange, had it recently been touched? He looked across it's body to see if it had any rips or stains. He could find none, the doll was in pretty good shape for having to sit, unmoved for 10 years.

"Charlie took me up here to her room on occasion," he said. His eyes did not leave the doll. "She felt that her room, which was filled with all sorts of cool toys, was for her eyes only. After all, her father made the animatronics we all know of back at the Pizzeria. But these little guys. He made them specifically for her. And she felt like she was somewhat superior for having these all to herself." He laughed before looking up at her big girl closet.

"She only brought those she trusted up to her room and I respected that. Even back then, I understood how much these toys meant to her. I'd never in my right mind think to insult them or vandalize them. But that might be just because I liked her so much." He was silent for a moment. The silence was interrupted by the sound of loud footsteps coming towards them. They all turned to see Jason in the doorway, he lightly panted as he held some book in his hand.

"Jason?" Marla began but he stopped her by holding up the book to her.

"You guys might wanna see this," He said in a very serious tone. Marla glanced at the others before taking it from her younger brother.

"What is it?" She asked, looking at the cover of the book. Which was a black and white photo of mountains.

"It's a diary," He replied.

"A diary?" She spoke while opening it. She looked at the first couple of pages. Sure enough it was. The words were big, neat, and almost rounded. Very different from the journal she saw before. Afton's journal was filled with small, messy, cursive handwriting. While Afton's entries were him constantly talking about Charlie's parents or were entries of his nervous breakdowns and disturbing justifications for his actions. These entries were rather normal. Paragraphs discussing ideas for animatronics, how to build them, and giving progress updates. She also found entries about other people. About Charlie, William, and even a few about Charlie's mom. Marla realized who's journal this was.

"Guys, this is Charlie's father's journal."

"What?!" John rushed over from the bunny doll and came over to Marla.

"I have no doubt that it is," she said. "Look." She pointed to an entry. "This one talks about the animatronics." She flips through the pages. "This one talks about Charlie having a nightmare." "This one talks about Afton." "And this one.. this one talks about Charlie's mom."

"Well what does it say?" Jessica asked.

"Which one?" Marla replied.

"Any of them," Jessica said.

"Ok, I'll read the shortest one. Which happens to be." She skimmed over the pages. "Well, they are all short. Like he had nothing to write about. The only one that seemed to have any meat was one that she say had Charlie's mom's name in it. When read it, it was almost as if you could feel what he had been feeling, that you knew that he tired, alone, depressed, and couldn't sleep. It read:

I can't sleep. I'm tired but I can't sleep. I can work away all day. Focus all my energy on the machines, but it only tires my body. My mind cannot rest. Caroline. The love of my life. We had such a bright future. Had a nice house, had two beautiful kids, had a plan. Everything was looking up for us. Of course I never thought it was always going to be perfect, I knew there'd be friction on occasion. I knew we wouldn't always agree on everything. And I knew the kids would be a lot to deal with, especially when they'd hit puberty. But I never expected this. You've gone up to Seattle. A big city, lots of grey colors, and I hear it rains often... I miss you. I called you twice today. But you didn't pick up. I called you on Monday and you didn't pick up. I called you last week and you didn't pick up. But most of all, you never call back. I've left messages, so you know it's me. Yet you still ignore me. I never wanted any of this to happen. It's felt like every since he disappeared you've blamed me. As if I was the one who whisked him away. But I'm not. We were both responsible for his disappearance. We are both his parents. I know you're hurting Caroline but so am I. Do you honestly think I'm not? I at least want to talk to you. I want to hear your soothing voice, even if it's over the static of the receiver. I want to hear your songs, see your paintings, watch you dance and practice ballet. I want to feel your warm hand on my mine. I want to hold you close and be able to love you again. All I have left is Charlotte. Our daughter. The light of my life. She keeps me going when I feel I can't. She's there in my workshop every day, always asking questions. Always wanting to know more about the world. I'm sure she'd love to talk to you. So, if you won't do it for me, at least do it for her. I'd rather she at least know her mother. If you don't want to see me, fine. I'll have Jen take her up to see you during her Summer breaks. But I can't know of what you want if you don't tell me. Write me a letter even. But at least let her know her mother loves her, even if she won't say it.

They were speechless. A man they knew so little about had just unraveled right before there eyes. His pain, his loneliness, his desire. It was.. a lot to take in. The silence amongst them felt awkward. Kind of like being yelled at by an adult and there's a good minute of silence.

"Well, that was very depressing," Carlton said breaking them away from the entry.

"Yeah, I feel like a man we knew so little about has just unraveled before our eyes," Marla said, almost distantly. Like she more talking to herself rather than the others.

"I don't wanna be here anymore," Jessica mumbled. Marla and the others glanced at her. She was shrunk back and hers arms were tightly held against her chest, as if trying to give herself a hug and a sense of comfort.

"Yeah, she's right," Lamar said, turning everyone attention to him. "This is just making me more discontent with the situation."

"To think, that Charlie and her father could've lived a normal life without this man. That none of the suffering that we went through and they went through would've happened if he just never existed." Lamar had continued. He sighed, brushing his fingers through his hair out of frustration. But unlike John, whose frustration was like a lit flame that couldn't be put out, Lamar's frustration was overshadowed and slowly being put out by his fatigue. All of this sadness was weighing down on his soul, it was too much for even him to handle. Jessica had the right idea, he really wanted to leave this place as well.

"Yeah, I think this is a good enough find to warrant leaving," Marla said looking down at the diary. She looked up at Jason. Then patted him on the head.

"Good job Jason," She said, smiling. He seemed surprised by the compliment but then blushed.

"No problem," he replied.

"Alright guys, let's get this out of here and back to Mrs. Burke. She might know where to point us next." John stated as if he was Fred from Scooby Door, directing the gang.

"Wait!" Carlton blurted out, catching them off guard. They all turned to him.

"What?" Marla replied shook, clutching the book tightly.

"Did you see the last entry?" He asked.

"No, I don't think so," she replied.

"Then lets check it. Maybe there's something important."

"Oh yeah," Jessica said. "I mean it might mention something that might shed some light on this. Maybe it mentions where Afton lives. Or where he hung out. I mean, any of them might, but it wouldn't hurt to check." Marla looked from her, back to the journal. She open it and began flipping through the pages. Eventually 3/4s into it, she found the last entry.

"Here it is," She said. "It says:"

I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately and now it's obviously taking a toll on me physically. My hands won't stop shaking. I try holding things in hopes it'll stop, but it doesn't. I try to steady my breath but it's hard too. My eyes sting and my eyelids feel as if they weigh tons. I want to sleep. Sleep is really the only way to escape from my daily stress. But the time I spend awake in bed, with all the thoughts in my mind. I can't go to the store anymore without people knowing me. The grimace look on all of their faces. Mom's whisper about me to each other. While others keep their kids away from me. As if I'll just kill them right there. The thoughts I have are of what they think of me. Not to long ago they would've never recognized me. But now, with what happened. Everyone knows me, and they all hate me. I honestly don't know who could've done it. I can't think of a single man who would've harmed those children. Everyone seemed normal here in Hurricane. I mean, that's why I cane down here. I thought we'd be able to escape such people. But we haven't. Is it possibly its the same guy. Or is it just a coincidence. I want to believe its a coincidence. People would tell me its one. But, what if it isn't a coincidence? What if he followed us? Why though? Do I know him? Did I do something that made me hate me so much? If it was something I did, then why did he kill those innocent kids? At least before it was my son. Which makes sense if he had a vendetta. But he killed those kids instead? WHY? Was it because he wanted to tarnish my reputation? Did he want my business to fail? I just can't understand. I just can't...

There were tear stains on the page. Marla rubbed her thumb over it. As if expecting it to still be wet, before continuing.

Not a day goes by, where I'm not thankful that Charlotte's ok. She had been there that day at the restaurant. The animatronics started going haywire and it was a good 10 minutes until anyone alerted me to what had happened. When I got there I managed to shut them down. None of them were chosen. Except for.. Michael. I didn't know him very well, since he seemed to be a more distant friend than the rest. But Michael had been such a sweet kid. I saw so much creativity and motivation in him. He had so much potential. He probably would've been able to do anything if he set his mind to it. God rest his soul. I've tried to occupy myself with inventing. But even that hasn't made me feel better. They were always malfunctioning. And they're always doing things I never expected them to do. Like they'd activate when they weren't suppose to. Some of them twitched violently and I couldn't find the reason. They should've been working perfectly fine. But they weren't. I tried making a new endoskeleton as of recently, but I don't have the same drive to do so. Thus I find it hard to concentrate. With what I've made though, I do have some hope that it'll turn into something decent. It just isn't the best at the moment. None the less, I've called William over to take a look at it. We haven't talked in a while and I think all of these events has made him less interested in hanging out. Maybe deep down he also thought I was responsible. Maybe I am. The coffee maker has just stopped. Now that I can have a piping hot cup of joe, maybe I can regain some stability. I'll end this here and write later. William should be here any minute now and I don't want him to see me writing in this. Hopefully things go well.

"Geez," Marla said tiredly. She scratched her head.

"What was the date?" Jessica asked.

"It's dated..." Marla began. Her eyes widen.

"John?" She asked. John looked over at her and then the page. His eyes widen too when he saw the date.

"Isn't that.. the day he died?" He asked softly. She nodded. Jessica slightly gasped and everyone else was also taken aback.

"How can I forget that day. It was last time I ever got to see Charlie until this week. It happened so abruptly too. The speakers called her up to the office. Then she told me she'd be back. And she never did come back. It wasn't until later when my mom said I'll probably never see her ever again. I wrote to her as soon as I got her new address. I had wished I was at least able to say bye before it happens. But since adults often don't take children's feelings into consideration when making decisions that affect them..." He went quiet. But was obviously distraught. Marla gently put her hand on his arm.

"John?" She asked, sounding almost like a concerned mother.

"I'm sorry, it's just that, they never asked me how I felt about anything. Ever. They never gave me fair warning, they just did it. They never comforted me about it either. They knew Michael was one of my friends. And they never once thought that maybe I was in pain over it. Then, right after, I lost Charlie too. We were separated against our will and were only allowed to communicate via letters or phone calls. I never once got to see her. That's.. that's probably why I got so angry about her being taken by that freak. First time I've seen her in forever and she's once again taken from me. It really struck a nerve y'know," he stated, pouring out all his feelings to them. Marla rubbed up and down his arm softly.

"I'm sorry that they didn't care about how you felt John. We all wished we got to say goodbye to Charlie. That was definitely something we weren't expecting. Her Aunt just swooped in and took her out of school without warning and just left the town. And then the rest of our parents took us away too. Split us up all across the different states. It was heartbreaking having to leave Hurricane. It was home to all of us. You weren't the only on affected. I remember that I was upset too for awhile." After she spoke they all went quiet. All of them thinking back to that fateful day.

"Wait, didn't that entry say that Afton visited him that day?"

Clay wiped the sweat from his brow. It wasn't that hot out but the sun beat over him viciously. Lack of vegetation really made a difference. Despite this he knew they had to keep searching. If they couldn't find him in the mall, maybe he found a way into the pizzeria. If so, they needed to check there too. He sat down in the driver's seat of the police car and held his water bottle up against his face. Even the water was starting to get hot. He sighed. He hoped he found the bastard soon. And Charlie. The poor girl, Clay couldn't imagine what William has done to her. Has he beaten her? Has he forced himself upon her? Has he already killed her?

Clay couldn't know for sure. William was so unstable, it was almost impossible to know what he wants. He hoped for the best though. He hoped Charlie was in one piece and wasn't traumatized by the actions of that maniac. He looked at his watch. It was 1:47. The kids were probably up by now, he should probably call and see if everything is alright. He reached over to the walkie-talkie and called one of his detectives.

"Kyle? Yeah it's me. Listen I'm going to find the nearest phone, I need to make a call. I'll b back as soon as I can. Alright. Thanks."

He shut the door and started the engine. He drove and drove until he came by a diner. He stopped in there and asked to use the phone. He dial up the home number and waited.

"Hello, this is the Burke household."

"Betty?! What are doing home, I thought you had to meet with a client today?"

"Clay? Well, after the kids told me what happened, I rescheduled."

"Ok, well, can you let me talk to Carlton?"

"Umm.. he's not here at the moment."

"Did the kids go out to lunch?"

"No. They went out to help search for Charlie."

"WHAT?! Betty you let them go out on their own, at the possibility of Afton slaughtering them!"

"I gave them tasers Clay! And I showed them how to use 'em. Honestly you should have more confidence in the them."

"They're just kids Betty! If they end up dying, all of their parents are going to blame me!"

"There are not going to die Clay. They out number him. They're adults and they can over power him if necessary. The fact so little faith in them is-"

Clay wasn't listening. He held his face in his hand and kept whispering 'oh my god' over and over. Finally he took a deep breath in and calmed himself.

"Betty, do you know where they are?"

"Yes, they are at Charlie's old house. I sent them there to look for clues. It was the place that was the least likely to house William."

"Alright, I'm getting my patrol and heading up there. If they come back before we get there, make them stay put. Ok? We can talk about this later."

"Ok."

Clay hung up and slid his fingers through his hair. Before running back out to the car and radioing his patrol. He ordered them all to go up to the house, giving them the address. He started the car and drove off into the distance, hoping that the gang was alright.